It was no longer gentle and calm; it had an amused and arrogant edge to it that was verging on cruel and spiteful. It was no longer gentle and calm; it had an amused and arrogant edge to it that was verging on cruel and spiteful. She enjoyed the taste and the texture of his shaft against her tongue, closing her eyes as she allowed her mind to wander to how filthy and depraved he had made her become – greedily sucking her father’s cock, chained to a radiator and covered in her own piss. She had felt playful and eager to please her daddy, but after a morning of ruminating on the entire thing, somewhat hungover and very uncomfortable, she had decided that she wasn’t up for playing his games any more. He had given her a bucket and some toilet roll after she had pissed herself – cleaning up a grown woman’s shit off his kitchen floor wasn’t on the many list of things that got him off, but reducing her to going in a
